Today I’m grateful for salads ready-to-eat from the farmers market. I love it and I stocked my fridge with it. And vegetables for next week. I start preparing for my fasten week in february. It feels odd because I can cook whatever I want with no regard to the needs and wants of my former husband. Living alone is not all bad 
I’m grateful for a walk in the sun. I’m still depressed, grumpy with myself and want this missing to fuck off. Why miss someone who gives a fucking shit about you? Yea, I feel dumb and daffy. I’m grateful this too shall pass and there’s no sense in beating myself up. Emotions come and go, this co-dependent outburst will also fade. Hopefully soon. I’m grateful I managed to pull myself out of this mood in the afternoon. I’m grateful for a long nap, yummi leftovers, cuddling cats, funny cats, a good friend calling me. I was sorry to hear his old, very ill cat has gone over the rainbow bridge yesterday evening. It was time.
I’m grateful for this 
reminder: Life can be over soon. I can waste it with resentment and pitty. I can keep on trying to let go and enjoy what I’m capable of. I can make babysteps even when babysteps mean to rest, pause and process all sorts of emotions. One day at a time. Always grateful 